Before Yaluta left, he felt uneasy in his heart again.
He turned back to look at his sister Peia and the King of Lorraine Dale.
In the corridor in front, tall floor-to-ceiling arched windows are lined up. Soft sunlight shines on the ground through the glass, casting a bright mark every few meters. Through the wisps of light, dust is flying, and light and shadow are intertwined.
A deep space is formed, and the end of the corridor seems to lead to an unknown world.
And Eastover looked at him calmly, his thin face more serious than ever.
"Go, Your Highness," he said.
"But I...don't know if I can do it..." Aruta was a little scared, and he flinched because of this.
Istovel said to him: "The king of Saint Osol must make his own decision."
"...But what if I make a mistake?" Aruta asked.
"This is how we do something. We think about it carefully and repeatedly before making a decision. Once we make a decision, we have to have the courage to take responsibility for it," Eastover said: "No
People may not make mistakes, but they must not make mistakes carelessly. Have you considered this clearly, Your Highness?"
"I have thought it over carefully, Mr. Eastover. I think Brother Brand's decision is right. In this common war, we should unite more sincerely, right?"
"So you've made up your mind?"
Aruta nodded thoughtfully.
"So if you are wrong, you will be criticized for it. Are you afraid of criticism?" Eastover asked.
"No, I'm not afraid, Mr. Istovel," Yaluta said, "because I believe our starting point is correct. Even if we suffer a setback for a moment, it will not be because of the resolution itself. I will look for
I am not afraid of difficulties because I can find the root cause of the problem and correct it, because difficulties can always be overcome."
The King of Lorraine could not help but be infected by the young man's spirit. It is always better to be simple. Maybe he will encounter many things in the future and find that the world is not as simple as he thought. But as long as he has this original intention
Now, all difficulties can always be overcome.
"In that case, what do you have to worry about, Your Highness?" he asked again.
Yaruta's eyes dimmed: "But, I am your crown prince, right? Aren't you worried that Mr. Brando and I have a close relationship? Do you think that your future king will obey an outsider?"
At the mercy of others, the interests of Saint Osol were placed under the interests of other countries, so that is why such a decision was made?"
After hearing this question, Istovel burst out laughing and said, "Your Highness, the elves are by no means ungrateful people."
He looked at the human boy with even more admiration: "The fact that you can say these words today proves that you are the same person as us, and Master Fenghou's vision is indeed extraordinary."
But Aruta still doesn't quite understand what this elf lord means.
Eastover continued: "Your Highness, do you really think in your heart that Count Tonigel's choice is the right one?"
In response, Aruta nodded without hesitation.
"That's enough," Istovel replied loudly: "As long as you think it is truly right, just go ahead and do it, and the elves will be behind you as your solid backing."
After hearing this answer, Aruta was stunned.
The attitude of the King of Lorraine Dale was completely beyond his expectation.
And his sister, the hunter girl Peiya, walked up as if no one else was around. As the daughter of a mountain man, she didn't have much to say. She just silently placed the Holy Ring of the Queen of Winds in her brother's hand. Although she was taciturn, she
His soft eyes contained all the words he could say about his younger brother. It was a traditional and tenacious quality that the mountain people had adhered to for generations.
Although simple, it is beautiful.
Aruta held the holy ring, and the ring shone brightly in the darkness. The elves watched this scene, and the long team bent down one after another, like a silver wave, on both sides of the corridor, facing the future king.
As the young man watched this scene, a trickle of heat suddenly flowed through his heart. It was like a whisper whispering in his ear, the glory and belief of this Elf Kingdom for thousands of years, which was an ancient recognition.
The young man felt a little astringent at the corners of his eyes. He gently raised the back of his hand and wiped it.
He vowed that he would never let anyone down.
…
Everything has come to an end.
Veronica looked at the hands raised like a mountain forest, and the depression and disappointment in her heart became more and more permeated.
It is true that no one in this world wants to die. In the face of death, everyone is equally afraid. Especially when the blood disappears, only the instinct of survival is left. This is certainly the need for the continuation of any ethnic group. Perhaps
It's not something to be ashamed of.
But what is more terrifying than death is the loss of hope. A mortal's life is like a blink of an eye compared to the long history. To have a wife and a child, to be successful and famous are the needs of life, but when death comes, everything changes.
Return to nothingness. So for thousands of years, people seem to have been busy repeating this process over and over again, so what is the meaning of existence?
Very few people have doubts about their lives.
Because civilizations and ethnic groups composed of individuals are built on countless gravels. The gravels come and go, empires rise and fall, and history moves forward, but it leaves its mark after all. Mortal people change the world little by little.
With the future, perhaps everyone is repeating the process from life to death, but today and tomorrow are different after all. Perhaps the future and hope are the ultimate answer to this question.
However, at this moment, this answer has lost its meaning.
Feeling lost, Veronica heard a noble next to her choking: "Thank God, I can finally leave this ghost place. I am worried every day, for fear that one day I will never see my family again. As long as the elves allow us to enter, I will
Immediately take your family to move to Karolis. If the Dusk Dragon hits that place, then find a way to get to Jiufeng..."
Veronica turned around and saw the nobleman with tears on his face. She didn't know what kind of mood she was in, which prompted her to ask him: "What about Queen Nine Phoenix? Where are you going?"
The noble could not answer and was stunned for a moment.
Seeing this, Veronica shook her head, and suddenly lost interest. She separated from the crowd and walked out, wanting to leave this place. However, she caught sight of Duke Ludwig who was still sitting in his seat not far away.
People lamented that the other party stood firmly against her at first, but unexpectedly chose to abstain from voting.
Duke Ludwig sat in his seat at a loss. He tried to reach for his pocket watch several times, but his hands were shaking so much that he found nothing.
Veronica looked at this man and understood that perhaps among the two ways to be hanged, the latter chose the more cruel one to himself, and he killed his own hope.
But others may be able to walk a more dignified path as a result.
Even though Veronica wanted to say something, she found it difficult to speak when faced with Duke Ludwig, who had aged ten years in an instant. She felt her heart was filled with panic, and staying in this fortress might not be the right decision.
Choice, but where is the right choice?
Is it really true that all hope has been lost?
She could stay here and die generously.
But what about others?
In the corner of the round table, Arch Druid Hui Nu saw this scene, shook his head, stood up and left his seat.
The craftsman wizards of the Silver Alliance are also leaving. Although they have not expressed any opinions from the beginning, the wizards just discuss with each other, shaking their heads from time to time, rarely with a smile on their faces.
Only the representatives of the mountain people and highlanders were still sitting in their seats, looking at the representatives of Silver Bay on the other side as if they had nothing to do with them. These little nobles were discussing their own fate, and more importantly, Silver Bay
How should the coalition forces in the Gulf be saved?
The Faenzan people also stood up and packed up various parchment documents on the table. Behind them, the envoys from the White City countries left earlier and were walking out in groups. There was a lot of noise in the hall,
Some people were still nodding to Archdruid Gray Fury.
But at this time——
The sylphs who had been watching indifferently in the hall suddenly stood up from their seats and collectively looked towards the south door of the hall.
Veronica was about to leave, but she found that not far away, Duke Ludwig, who had been unaware of the changes around him, had a look of surprise on his face. He stood up from his position tremblingly, his eyes
Look straight behind her.
She turned around subconsciously.
Many people are also looking back...
The Buga people stopped outside the north gate, and the envoys from the Baicheng states were blocked behind them. Both of them turned to look in this direction.
The people who were still in their positions stopped what they were doing. The Faenzan people looked at their colleagues, while the representatives from Silver Bay looked at each other. The archdruid's gray and angry steps slowed down, and he turned around, somewhat
Looking this way unexpectedly.
There was a soft 'click' sound.
The south door was pushed open and made a creaking sound.
The hall became quiet for a moment, because people saw rows of elven guards wearing silver armor and wing-tip helmets pouring in from outside the door, guarding a human boy as he entered the hall.
All the wind elves in the hall subconsciously bowed at this moment.
But the person they saluted was not the human boy.
It's something that the young man holds in his hands.
That's a ring -
In full view of everyone, Aruta walked down the steps with the holy ring in hand and came to the round table where the elf representatives were. He held his head high and looked at all the nobles, large and small, in the hall, and then raised the ring.
Place it gently on the table.
On the ring, a round of Saint Osor's nine-marked holy emblem shone brightly in the dim light hanging down in the center of the hall.
"The Wind Queen's Ring!"
Someone recognized it with sharp eyes and screamed in surprise.
Veronica's eyes narrowed when she heard this, and she felt her heart beat half a beat faster; not far away, the Arch Druid also had a look of surprise on his face.
Aruta looked at everyone present.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes were also fixed on this former hunter's son.
But there was no flinching in the young man's heart. On the contrary, there was only infinite courage stirring in his chest. Because today, he understood what he had to do.
That represents a promise that has not been realized for a thousand years. A thousand years later, it will be realized again in the hands of the descendants of the fog elves and in the hands of today's wind elves.
A long overdue promise.
Yaruta spoke quietly: "The wind elves of Saint Osol are willing to stay and hold on to this fortress."
The voice that echoed in the hall was not loud, even a little childish.
But every word is critical.
He stared at the seats of the Cruz people. The hall was so quiet that one could hear the drop of a pin. The Cruz nobles were dumbfounded - are these elves crazy? The Buga people stopped talking to each other. Beside them, the Arch Druid spoke thoughtfully.
He sat back in his seat, as if waiting for something.
Only the wind elves looked at the ring and then at their future king, with serious expressions on their faces.
Aruta spoke again: "So where are the former allies, the descendants of the King of Fire, today? Do you still remember the oaths you made?"
Veronica subconsciously wanted to separate from the crowd and return to her position - how could the Cruz people break their trust? Even in her own name, she must stay and fight side by side with the elves.
But before she could speak, a clear and powerful voice answered for her:
"The Cruzes are here—"
"Who's talking?"
“Who dares to represent the Cruz people without authorization!”
A noble councilor stood up, shaking his fat head and looking around, trying to find the person who made the noise.
But his words immediately got stuck in his throat.
The crowd was separating to the left and right, automatically making way for a path - in the middle of that path, the heavily armored Flame Knights stood facing each other, and sixteen knights escorted a girl into the hall.
The blond girl also held a ring high in her hand.
But it was more like a flame, and the golden flame ring was burning brightly in her hand.
Someone in the crowd made a swallowing sound: "The Holy Ring of Flame..."
Faina walked down the stairs step by step and came to the round table.
She stared at the young hunter in front of her.
Then he solemnly placed the ring in his hand on the table, raised his head and replied to the wind elves: "The two rings bear witness to this oath. The Cruz people are willing to fight side by side with their former allies."
The elves nodded one after another.
"We may have had grudges," behind Yaluta, the King of Lorraine Dell, Istovel, replied: "But today they are all wiped out. We were comrades in arms a thousand years ago, and the same is true today."
"Swear as a precept -"
The elves replied in unison.
Yaluta looked at the noble daughter with some admiration. He also raised the Holy Ring of the Queen of Winds and replied solemnly: "In the name of the Holy Ring——"
in mid-air.
Two shining holy rings.
Opposite each other.
Everything is just like it was a thousand years ago.
"It's a pity that there are only two..." The Archdruid looked at this scene angrily and couldn't help but sigh.
Perhaps that era of seven precepts is now a thing of the past.
At the head of Candebell's city, the Silver Bay coalition's defense line was falling apart.
But the real despair in people's hearts does not come from the overwhelming dusk army - Blanc stood behind the battlements with a solemn face. Beside him, the nun princess Magdale was covering her mouth and watching in horror what was happening in front of her.
scene.
It was a huge black sphere, revealing its figure outside the city of Candebel.
"Martha, please, what the hell is that..."
White Mountain.
The sylphs and vampires stood opposite each other. The twenty-six representatives looked at each other and then pulled out their chairs and took their seats on both sides of a long table.
After watching both parties for a moment, the clerk silently picked up the quill and wrote the first sentence on the parchment:
"An era has passed..."
The huge silver dragon flapped its wings and landed on the ruins of a city. Delphine was the first to jump off the back of the silver dragon. She landed on the ground. In addition to the Buga envoys who came to greet them, they also saw
Two unexpected people arrived.
Huang Huo and Fang Qi stood opposite each other, the former looked at her and smiled slightly:
"You're here, Miss Delphine..."
Farnzan's eastern border, the Great Glacier.
The Elf Queen looked a little lonely at the icebergs shining purple in the distance.
Her people, the wild elves' army, were falling in pieces on the way to attack. Faenzan's knights had gathered into a torrent, but they still could not open a hole in the Neng clan's defense line.
Suddenly a purple light flashed in the sky, and she raised her head in the biting ice wind, as if she suddenly realized something.
"Finally, the final battle that will last for thousands of years has begun..."
Eruin, Lantern Castle——
In the underground dark cell, the girl raised her head and stared at the only beam of light cast from the ceiling. She wore thick iron shackles on her hands and feet. With slight movements, the iron chains locked on the wall
It made a crashing sound.
After a moment, Antitina closed her eyes silently.
She is no stranger to darkness.
Rose-colored blood was dripping along the cold metal.
